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Your Favorite Dad Memories

He was there for your first steps, your first baseball lesson, your first dance recital. He fought the monsters under your bed and the boogeyman in your closet. He embarrassed you in front of your friends and in the process made your pun game strong. He taught you the toughest life lessons and encouraged you to live life to the fullest. But most importantly, he was there when you needed him.

As we reminisce on some of our favorite memories with our dads, we remind you of some of yours.

From Kyle Q.: I remember a time when I was about 8 years old when my father and me spent an entire weekend building a treehouse. The treehouse become my very first "man-cave." It weathered all sorts of storms and continued to stand, even until was I was off to college, some 10 years later. This building project helped me take ownership in the quality of my work...something that I strive for in my career.

From Daniel U.: When I was 12 and in travel league baseball, my dad never missed one of my 100+ games I had that season. Now that I'm older, it’s crazy to me how much he cared and how much time he took to take me to all my games and practices.

From Jamil N.: When my family-inherited station wagon was getting towed from my university campus, I called my dad. He rushed over to the location of the towing, and I witnessed him smooth talk his way out of the towing (along with a sneakily passed $50 bill). That $50 eventually came out of my pocket as well as a stern talk on the virtues of negotiation.

From Brenda P.: When I was a little kid, my dad took me fishing very early one morning in a small, flat bottom boat. A light fog hung over the water in a mysterious and almost magical way. Eventually it cleared and we sat on the pond for a couple hours talking and having a fun time. I don't remember if we even caught any fish, but I will always be thankful for having such a great day with my dad.

From Jacob M.: When I was younger, Dad would bribe me and my sisters to ride roller coasters with him at amusement parks. I had always chickened out, but at age 11 I finally worked up the courage and made $25 having one of the best times of my life with him. Dad stopped sponsoring me after he got whiplash from the number of roller coasters we rode, but ever since then we've shared front-row seats at least once every vacation.

From Jena P.: Hiking with my dad to Mount Everest Base Camp. 14 days of amazing memories. He's one amazing dad to be willing to join me on such an adventure!

Through the good and the bad, he taught you how to live. Here’s to the fathers and the father figures–here’s to you, Dad.